BITTERNESS
like strangers, anticipating first move
each time looking, and looking through
that unworded powerplay
it hurts.
what is the need naming the bond
when the names are jeers
to be rascalled ripped ravaged
it hurts.
closeness- distanced -your efforts pay
mine fail
you win
i lose
it hurts.
Like the hollowest the lonliest of shells , in need of wind to create music we wait and what is essayed by the nasty wind is sheer cacophony. I DONT WANT IT
Monday 14 May, 2007
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